Mr. Miquel, the wise man from Alzira who was capable of guessing the results of an election months before, whether general, regional or local, passed away last Tuesday at the age of 88. He had been admitted to the La Ribera hospital since last 28-M affected by pneumonia that ended up generating other more serious pathologies. Last 23-J he was still able to follow the final result of the elections, whose prognosis he left written in his famous notebook. Days before he had already warned me that "this Michavila is going to be wrong this time", in reference to the director of the demoscopic analysis agency GAD3 who affirmed that the PP would reach 160 deputies. I was able to visit Mr. Miquel three times since he was admitted, and on the last one, five days before the last elections, he asked me to keep his notebook where he keeps all the forecasts written since the first democratic elections. in Spain. The old man hardly spoke anymore, it was very difficult for him to start and finish a sentence, although that did not prevent him from warning me of something surprising: when he died he had to go in search of a person who had the same powers. This person, he added, was a woman who he did not know possessed these capacities, but who he, Mr. Miquel, had perceived on the two occasions he met her.
-She can see the future.
Mr. Miquel, with not a few difficulties given his poor health, told me that he did not know her name, that she was a young girl who worked as a waitress in the cafeteria of La Gallera de Alzira, a place that she did not frequent but that she visited a few years ago. few months on two occasions for lunch while making time to visit his traumatologist, whose office was located in the Plaza del Ayuntamiento.
-When she approached me to serve me, I knew it, that girl was like me, she could anticipate events with a powerful intuition. On the first occasion I thought it had been a hallucination, but the second time I confirmed it, being close to her I saw her future and her past.
He said he did not know her name because when he decided to go back to talk to her he fell ill with pneumonia. He offered me physical details: he was a young girl, in her twenties, dark-haired, thin, with lots of tattoos on her arms, with short hair. She was missing the little finger on her left hand, he added. He stated that her abilities were greater than his, that he had never felt anything like it, and that he should talk to her and tell her her story.
-She will also be able to forecast one hundred percent the results of the next elections.
We buried Mr. Miquel yesterday in the Alzira cemetery. Very few people came. Her sister, some acquaintances from the town, and a young woman, in her early twenties, with many tattoos on her arms and neck, short hair, and after looking at her closely, I confirmed that she was missing her little finger on her left hand. Mr. Miquel told me that he never spoke to her, but he was there. When we all started to withdraw and leave the cemetery, that woman stayed there looking at the tombstone that had been placed in memory of Mr. Miquel. I stayed quite a distance from her, observing her, because it was curious that she had come without knowing the old wise man at all, with whom she never spoke. I thought about how she had found out about her death and why she was still there in front of the wall of niches. She was still, like a statue, but her lips were moving, it was as if she were speaking, although at that distance she couldn't hear what she was saying. She had already been there for more than twenty minutes when she opened a fanny pack that she was wearing tied to her waist, took out something small that she can't make out, put it among the flowers that adorned the tombstone, and then left the place.
She didn't see me coming out, and I was extremely curious to know what she had left among the flowers. I approached at a fast pace, I looked to the right and left in case someone could see me. I looked in them and found him, he was a pure Caliqueño, Mr. Miquel's favorite.
I decided that I would go to La Gallera to talk to her as soon as possible.
